Fascism is an expression of a larger social tendency that, in English language translations of Marx is called “the slaveholders’ revolt.”
It is a process by which every couple generations the revolutionary potential of the angry mob is turned in on itself in the hope that the destruction of society is the only hope to save the rich and their vacation homes from the consequences of their actions.
Every time this happens, there is a faction that arises as the rear guard for the fascists.
This rear guard is usually seen by their contemporaries as being part of the center-left. They will pay lip service to left social causes. They will probably even consider themselves as being politically to the left.
This faction thinks that they can save society and the rich and their vacation homes through small, largely symbolic distributions of pats on the back and cookies. They become covert extremists. Their extremism usually goes unrecognized because it arises in the paradoxical form of their doing nothing or as close to nothing as they can get away with.
As the metaphorical house we all live in burns around us, they insist vehemently that the smoke you feel in your lungs, the char that you see, the heat that you feel in anxious tingles just under the surface of your skin is in fact a problem of interior decoration. Or a misunderstanding.
They will get angry to defend this interpretation. They will gaslight. They will kneecap those with the audacity to acknowledge the house is on fire.
They will finally acknowledge after it’s too late that the house is in fact on fire, but claim that to say the house is on fire is impolite or uncivil.
And finally, when the crisis can no longer be denied, they will market themselves as “the only people who can save us.”
They believe half-heartedly their arrogance will magically make good faith negotiators out of Nazis.
They believe this because to believe otherwise would contradict their savior complex.
They believe this because it’s easier than doing something.
Having gone through bad faith motions of “negotiating” on our behalf, these cowards will offer up the populations they claim to represent as human sacrifices when the wolves show their teeth, craving blood.
The wolves dream of reinventing society to match their internalized self-image of endless opulence and grandeur.
They leave behind mass graves and Trümmerfilm.
The moderates dream of history stopping because they feel entitled to it because…they feel entitled to it.
Cruelty shields the wolves from the heat of the burning house. Denial shields their rear guard.
They are a cargo cult. They think if they say “the house isn’t on fire” enough times, the house will cease to be on fire.
The moderates “mean well.” This “meaning well” means nothing.
It means nothing because whether we kill each other or support each other we are ultimately in this together. The world I live in is the same one you have to live in.
The moderates’ denial will not stop the wolves from eating them, it will only clear the space for wolves to eat the rest of us first.
All their “good intentions” just help pave a wider road to hell.
They leave behind mass graves and Trümmerfilm.
